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Call them pancakes, flannel cakes, hoecakes or johnnycakes, nothing gets our mouth a waterin’ like a tall stack of griddled cake-y goodness….with huge pats of melting butter.
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Chicago. City of Big Shoulders. Home to improbable icons, loveable losers and total jerks embraced by its denizens with unswerving affection.
Much of their food and restaurants get the same treatment. Blind loyalty mixed with undeserved devotion to unworthy subjects. Continue reading “Chicago, Chicago that Hot Dog Toddlin’ Town”